Sunday, August 7, 2011

House of Crack Rock

Enjoyed a day off this week and took full advantage with Lollapalooza, The House on the Rock, and a short but productive stint in Milwaukee...

Went to go celebrate a friend's birthday party where this edible beauty graced the table. It looks like some white dude only got a tan on his cock. Didn't have any of it but I heard it was a little salty.

This is how you know you have good friends, when they make fun of hair growing out of orifices because you're old. Waking up to this made me realize how lucky I truly am to have asshole friends. Thanks Hernando, I promise to shave my balls thinking of you every week.

Did this little P. Diddy whilst I took a puff or six. I thought I was weird sober and drunk...drawing high was a whole new level of WTF.

In the midst of funny smelling tobacco the previous night, I thought it would be brilliant to pickle some veggies for fun. This is what dumb high cooks think about and do thinking its a great idea. Needless to say, it's a rarity to see me smoke.

Best stencil I've seen in a long time.

The homie Jeremy hooked it up letting a few friends paint the Metropolix Coffee booth for Lolla. This would be the quiet before the shit storm of privileged happy vacationing teens that I will ALWAYS be jealous of.

This is modeled after Jeremy's bratwurst fingers. The blue color is to match his balls. The hand sign is what he dubbed as the "man shocker."

Uriel on deck rocking out one side of the booth. Uriel is a classic artist in the sense that nothing is ever good enough or up to par despite how fucking awesome his stuff really is. So this would be the perfect moment to get artwork of his on the cheap before he semi-sort of-maybe-I don't know- acknowledges how good he is.

It was nice to hang low and kick it downtown painting, drinking and shooting the shit with a bunch of immature artists and coffee artisans. Wait did I say artists and artisans in the same sentence?

Rewarded ourselves with some late night Santullo's. That margherita pizza made me almost cry.

And an even better reward for painting. Two staff passes for Friday and Sunday. In and out privileges...thats what she said.

Time to get my Lolla on and drink some damn good Iced Americano. The iced Koreano is just Moutain Dew.

Caught a little bit of Crystal Castle's set but they bailed out 15 minutes earlier than they were supposed to. Fucking dicks.

Apparently 90,000 people were in attendance. That's a lot of farts.

Terrible shot of Ratatat. They do a great live show, now if I could just get rid of about 5000 of these people...

Ran for a mad dash to catch some of Girltalk's set which was pretty damn good as well. A little kitschy but fun. Hanging out in this crowd though made me realize how correct Dave Chapelle was about white people and guitar rifts. This crowd went bananas for guitar solos.

Speaking of white people, this dude is definitely making a banana split tonight.

Meh. This "art" piece is just another photo op/tourist trap. It got bastardized.

Time to rock. I took a shit ton of photos and videos of this massively strange and eerie house. Just google this shit and you'll see what up.

There is animatronic shit everywhere. This house is sectioned off into 3 sections with all kinds of random, freaky shit everywhere. It's like Big Lots, Costco, and every single hoarder you know opening up a museum.

This guy totally has yellow fever.

This is one of the best finds. Look at how small that fucking gun is son!

Baby Wolverine gun and shit son.

I always thought being burned alive or drowning could be the worst way to go but after seeing this shit...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Nightmare inducing images everywhere not to mention how much fucking carpeting surrounded everything. This is a very very small sampling of what this place has to offer not to mention the random hotel resorts around.

Like this airplane shaped room for instance.

We opted for an evening in Milwaukee instead of trying to drive back 4 hours to Chicago. Chilled out and kind of walked around downtown Milwaukee and came across the most disgusting abundance of food in a display case ever. The green peppers started to milk out rancid liquid and everything is just so randomly wrapped and placed all over. This is NOT how to entice people to eat in your establishment. Like looking into a college student's fridge.

Tried to check out DJ Troublemaker at a place called Dick's Pizza and Pleasure. I guess the pleasure is going into a complete white room and feeling like a "dick," no pun intended.

Or have some pizza downstairs in the strangely sterile anime room. This is what happens when like 15 people own a space all with "great ideas" for a place.

Speaking of great ideas, this alcoholic whipped cream is the business. After you get drunk, do some fucking whippets to cap the evening yo!

I officially hate the public market in Milwaukee. It's overrated and fucking stupid expensive, but goddamn it, it's convenient. They wish they were Seattle sooooo fucking bad.

I hope this post of random shit makes up for some of the lighter posts from previous weeks. I'm doing this from work and wasting time so sorry about typo's and general bad grammar.

BOOYAH!

Also check out http://www.syffal.com/lootpack-soundpieces-da-antidote for more of my "musings."